Oct 28, 2008 21:16
SKEIN
She will read your arterial
curves pressed flat-gathered in a box,
she will imagine a language
for your seasons-she, who only
translates fall as the ending
of monsoons-she will create
your branch, your roots digging down…
What do you say to someone
who cannot name new worlds?
find the green one with five fingers on fire
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charles valle